[Myri blinks as the hood is pulled off, the light a bit harsh, compared to the environment she's been used to. She looks... pretty bad. Tired, mostly- like she can hardly stand, and her hands are bound behind her back.]
...Spike? [Confusion settles on her expression.] What are you..? [She turns to her captors.] No- no, please. Let him go. You have me. You don't need him, too. Please!
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...Spike? [Confusion settles on her expression.] What are you..? [She turns to her captors.] No- no, please. Let him go. You have me. You don't need him, too. Please!
[By the end, she's near tears.]